Meanwhile Jon had been listening to Sarah for almost three hours. Normally he would have been driven crazy by her droning on and on about herself, but today he was frantically writing down everything he could, panicked that he'd soon have to start living her life. He remembered his father's excitement about starting the week, but didn't echo it. Everyone else playing, with the exception of Karyn, remembered playing the game time and time again. For Jon, however, this was his first time; since he made the wish, his memories didn't adjust with everyone else's.
The pages of the notepad that he had been filling were rapidly running out as he scribbled cheerleading schedules, dates with Biff, hair and nails appointments (of course she would have them that week), and various other engagements she had to keep. There was very little mention of homework or studying, which didn't surprise him. Sarah had never seemed to apply herself, but always seemed to get by. Jon often wondered if it was because she was secretly very smart or if something else was going on. Suddenly Sarah's tone changed.
"...and Jon, seriously, you're going to have to try harder than that if you're going to pull this off! I mean, god! Look at you. You're still sitting like a guy!"
Jon looked down at himself and realize she was right. Sure, he was wearing a ping pleated miniskirt (how did it fit him?), a baby-t in a slightly lighter shade of pink, a pink cardigan that came half-way down his forearms, and (pink) high heels, but his legs were spread wide as he leaned forward and wrote, resting the pad on one hairy knee. A knee, he thought, that he'd probably have to shave that evening.
"Sorry, Sarah." He groaned, as he sat up, brought his legs together and crossed his ankles under his chair, mimicking Sarah's posture.
"And I do not talk like that, either!"
Suppressing another groan, mostly because she was right, he perked his voice up. "Sarah, you are totally right," he nodded on 'totally' for emphasis, "From now on, I'm all over it."
She smiled, taken aback at how easily he took on her persona. Jon himself was a little shocked. Was he a natural at this game? After it was over he'd have to ask some leading questions to see his past performance.
"Okay then," she said slowly, standing up and looking around the room, "I guess I'll be going! It's been three hours, and we don't want to cheat, now do we?" She flashed a wink at him (was she flirting?). Then Sarah McMillan, the most popular girl in school, Jon's secret crush, grabbed Jon's keys from her dresser and walked out her bedroom door with a "Toodles!" over her shoulder.
Jon stood up, balanced on his heels, and tried to decide where to start in living Sarah's life. Before he could decide, however, Sarah's pink (she liked pink) cell phone on her night-stand started to ring.
"Well, here we go!" he said, reaching for the phone.
Elsewhere...
